Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Canada and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing B.T. Express to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Chrome,
DNA,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
Neu!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zapp,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Wally Richardson,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
John Cale,
ABC,
Slick Rick,
Pantytec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
Minor Threat,
Danielle Patucci,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
Schoolly D,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Procol Harum,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.